Nada Más

The color of your reasons is in a hurry
When your eyes saw me pass by
When everything happens and I don’t miss you anymore
I’ll listen to the Moon talk to me and nothing more

The shape of your smile gives me life
I get back at all those who want to come in
I’ll pray at least three times a week
And I’ll ask for a broken glass and nothing more

Nothing more, nothing more, nothing more
Nothing more, nothing more, nothing more
I’ll ask for a broken glass and a sense of where to step

Nothing more, nothing more, nothing more
Nothing more, nothing more, nothing more
I’ll ask for a broken glass and a sense of where to step